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EXT. MOUNTAIN IN THE NEGEV (THE ISRAELI DESERT) – DAY

A solitary mountain in the desert, not particularly tall, with a flat top.

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The picture approaches the mountain, barren and devoid of vegetation.

FILM TITLE: THE INSTITUTE

INT. OFFICE ROOM – DAY

A man sits near a large table alone in a room. He is about fifty years old, half bald, He has a pot belly and an old and ugly scar on his temple.

A video camera in front of him is filming him.

YECHIEL

I want to confess. I am about to break the silence I imposed upon myself many years ago. I am going to breach the secrecy I committed to the state, but I can’t remain silent any longer. Even if the authorities act to silence me, what can they do to me? Kill me?  I want to break free from my career, which is essentially a long prison sentence where I haven’t lived a normal life. So what if I’m rich? As someone who only receives a generous salary, from the state but cannot spend it, what is all this worth? You might ask how did this happen? Twenty-seven years ago, a representative from the State of Israel approached me and asked me to join a special secret unit. I, a student of the history of Israel at the time, found myself suitable, along with a few others, to sacrifice my life for the country indefinitely. It’s madness, but there was pride, foolishness undoubtedly. I was chosen because of my suitability among Many candidates, and that’s flattering,